More snapshots of the 2011 Memorial Day Ceremony at Kent Circle in Gloucester.
Written by Theodosia Pickering Garrison
A handful of old men walking down the village street
In worn, brushed uniforms, their gray heads high;
A faded flag above them, one drum to lift their feet-
Look again, O heart of mine, and see what passes by!
There's a vast crowd swaying, there's a wild band playing,
The streets are full of marching men, or tramping cavalry.
Alive and young and straight again, they ride to greet a mate again-
The gallant souls, the great souls that live eternally!
A handful of old men walking down the highways?
Nay, we look on heroes that march among their peers,
The great, glad Companions have swung from heaven's byways
And come to join their own again across the dusty years.
There are strong hands meeting, there are staunch hearts greeting-
A crying of remembered names, of deeds that shall not die.
A handful of old men?-Nay, my heart, look well again;
The spirit of America today is marching by!
Written by Major General Daniel Butterfield
Day is done...
Gone the sun
From the lake...
From the hills...
From the sky.
All is well...
Safely rest
God is nigh.
Fading light....
Dims the sight
And a star....
Gems the sky....
Gleaming bright
From afar....
Drawing nigh
Falls the night.
Simply Memorial Day (part 2)
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The weather was perfect for the 2011 Memorial Day Ceremony at the
World War II Memorial at Kent Circle in Gloucester.
Here are a few snapshots from today's ceremony.
Written by Kelly Strong
I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
and then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.
I heard the sound of TAPS one night,
When everything was still
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That TAPS had meant "Amen,"
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.
see more at Simply Memorial Day (part 2)
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The sky cleared and donned its blue hue.
A perfect day for a walk on Good Harbor Beach.
Clicking on any image will enlarge it.
Simply Clear Day
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A few more images of the moon rising to the left of Eastern Point Lighthouse.
Click on an image to enlarge it.
Simply More Moon
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The last evening of winter had many people gazing at the moonrise.
The weather was very comfortable on the Magnolia side of Gloucester
looking back towards eastern Point Lighthouse.
Right on schedule at 7:15, the moon peeks over the horizon.
Click on the images to see them enlarged.
Just a minute or so later, the moon is rising quickly in the sky.
Simply Moonrise
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Most would never any know that the memorial exists as they zip by up above on the roadway. A small set of steps leads down the hill towards the Annisquam River and there, nestled amongst the trees is this memorial.
The season on this side of Gloucester is still very quiet.
The solitude down by the river must be playing tricks.
Something is just not right here.
It's difficult to put my finger on it. Can you?
How about in this picture. What could be askew?
I suppose, it all depends upon the way you look at it.
Sometimes, it helps to step back and
look at things from a different point of view.
Even now, it's difficult to see which one is correct.
Scroll up and compare them.
Simply Askew in Annisquam
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This has been one long winter. We may still be "blessed" with a snow storm or two, although for many, Spring Fever is in the air. As the rain falls today, feast your eyes on what's in store just around the corner.
"In the Spring, I have counted 136 different
kinds of weather inside of 24 hours."
---Mark Twain
"Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush."
--- Doug Larson
"It's spring fever. That's what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want,
but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!"
--- Mark Twain
Simply Spring Fever
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We had a small taste of spring-like weather a couple of weeks back.
Although we may still have one or more snow storms in store,
these pictures might help you weather the storms.
These gulls are holding down the Greasy Pole to keep it from floating away.
A man and his son hunt for sea glass.
There's Ten Pound Light!
Simply Almost Spring
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